Sam The Skull - Alastair McDonald

I’m a cat, I’m a cat,

I’m a Glasgow cat

and my name is Sam The Skull.

I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s

bull.

I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat

nor the kind that you gie a hug

but I’m the kind of cat can swallie a rat

or even the occaisional dog.

Noo I used to roam about in Shettleton

where they all knew me by sight

«Here's the skull» «here's the skull»

you could here them yell

as they vanished intae the night

Noo the polis stations all aroond

have bars on the windie sills

but they’re no to keep the prisoners in

they’re to keep oot Sam The Skull

I’m a cat, I’m a cat,

I’m a Glasgow cat

and my name is Sam The Skull.

I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s

bull.

Noo I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat

nor the kind that you gie a hug

but I’m the kind of cat can swallie a rat

or even the occaisional dog.

Noo one fine day no' so long ago

they all had had their fill

and they sent for the R.S.P.C.A.

to try and catch the Skull

There was naebody could get oot when I was aboot chasin all the weans up the

close

Wettlin on the shoes

yodelin' the blues

and nonchalantly pickin' my nose

I’m a cat, I’m a cat,

I’m a Glasgow cat

and my name is Sam The Skull.

I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s

bull.

I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat

nor the kind that you gie a hug

but I’m the kind of cat that can swallie a rat

or even the occaisional dog.

Aboot half past two

the boys in blue

arrived in their Escort van

Right roon the back

one had a sack

the other had a mallet in his hand

I watched them creep tae the back of the close,

Then I casually strolled tae the van

I jumped through the door

stuck my foot tae the floor

everything had gone tae plan

You can hear them say doon Shettleston way, «What became of Sam the Skull?

He had claws in his paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a framer’s

bull.»

just you tell them for me that I’m still running free and never a day is dull

It may sound absurd

but I’m livin' wi' a bird in a single end in Maryhill

I’m a cat, I’m a cat,

I’m a Glasgow cat

and my name is Sam The Skull.

I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s

bull.

I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat

nor the kind that you gie a hug

but I’m the kind of cat that can swallie a rat

or even the occaisional

paws and all nutritional

even the occaisional dog.